I Remember Mingus
A sound..., that keeps on lingering.
A sound so rich, so full, and so clear.
Although many more have come and gone,
only few whose name will last as long.
Yes, I still can hear that sound in my ears.
When I first heard: Mingus' Fingers,
knew I had heard the sound of genius.
Yes I Remember Mingus every year.
When they say he was a violent man.
It's because they did not understand,
all the hurt, and pain, that he kept inside.
'Cause, on Wednesday night, he'd go to pray,
that we all could share a brighter day.
Yet, it's hard you see, to swallow your pride.
Since he's gone, you know, I'm bettin'
that there just ain't no forgettin'.
Yes I Remember Mingus since he's gone,
I do, do you...?
© 1985 J. Kirby